The L.I.B.R.A. Introduction (feat. Ms. Pat)

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The L.I.B.R.A
 I'm Ms. Pat from fancy street bottom
 Do you know how hard it is to have the odds
 Stacked against you and flip the scale in your favor?
 I flip bricks and bitch niggas for what I got
 Fuck that shit, I learned how to cook cocaine
 Before I learned how to boil an egg, nigga
 I used to can cook cocaine cake like a birthday cake
 Put a little baking soda then we stepped on it
 With a comeback, boy you really came the fuck up
 That's how I got my first set of Jordan's
 Fuck y'all laughin' at?
 Bein' a legend is not about runnin' the streets
 It's about runnin' your business (Yeah)
 Raisin' kids or lacin' wigs, a hustler never die, baby
 Okay, two six figures, solitaire, don't play with me
 Half a million on my nеcklace, spent it blatantly
 Even in this pandеmic, nigga, goddamn it
 I'm like, "Well, F it, I'ma get one, why would I not wear it?"
 Now stop starin', in Bel Air with a hot pair
 She suck it 'til it hard, then she squat there
 Ain't gotta do shit, nigga, fuck how you feel, I do not care
 I been a mastermind since you was in a highchair
 I was a millionaire before you had an idea
 I keep my head on the swivel, peep the side mirror
 The penthouse, top floor, I reside there, mhmm
 Everybody get it, that is my prayer
 But I know everyone can't make it and it not fair
 It lonely at the top, but you can't beat this view, I swear
 Ain't no comparison to thotty, just embarrassin'
 Worth a hunnid fifty now, I'm gon' quadruple that
 Look at, we control the culture, got the proof for that (Uh huh)
 Activatin' movements, I'm the truth at that
 Know how to multiply my assets, ain't no stupid cat
 Every day I'm wakin' up and doin' deals
 Buyin' when it low, when it get high, I sell
 If I go crazy, sorry, that just how I am
 Think I got post-traumatic stress for years of gettin' active
 Paranoid, think everybody gunnin' at me
 I could be slightly schizophrenic but don't nobody panic
 If you ain't come up how I did, you wouldn't understand it, huh
 Assaultin' the police, I caught a case in Tampa
 I bonded out and did the show, act like it never happened
 When I look back on all that shit, I ain't got no regret
 Just all the lesson, wouldn't believe we really did that shit
 If I ain't live it, they true to you, you can make a killing
 Okay, let's abandon it in the bullshit, ain't no fuckin feelings, uh huh
 Spent a hundred thousand at my fucking dentist, look
 Own a building, stop us at my fucking tenant, yeah
 Blow Viola Cannabis, on some Atlanta shit, yeah
 You hot, I'm a candlestick, put you on channel six, yeah
 You can't challenge this, rose above the challenges
 Tightrope walkin' twenty years, I ain't lost my balance yet, yeah
 King, bitch
 Twenty years and you still rockin', nigga, ain't nothin' get old
 I don't even see grey hairs on you
 What you usin', Just for Men, haha?
 Nigga, you my favorite motherfuckin' rapper
 Now I wanted to suck Ice Cube's titty, but I always liked you
 You ain't sexy to me, that nigga Ice Cube is sexy
 But you my favorite motherfuckin' rapper, TIP
 You the baddest motherfucker in Atlanta, I can tell you that
 

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Duration
03:08
Key
2
Tempo
154 BPM

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